"And to tell the truthOh, this could be the last timeSo here we goLike a sales force into the night

And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a foolon the road, there's always thisAnd if I'm sewn into submissionI can still come home to this

And with a face like a dad and a laughable standYou can sleep on the plane or review what you saidWhen you're drunk and the kids leave impossible tasksYou think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."

Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your handYou look contorted on yourself your ridiculous propYou forgot what you meant when you read what you saidAnd you always knew you were tired, but thenWhere are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight?Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonightIf I could see all my friends tonightIf I could see all my friends tonightIf I could see all my friends tonight"